Just after lunch, the housekeeper came over and said that the gentleman had come. Lan Qingchuan put down the book in his hand, and saw Fang Yuzhong come in, taking off his black coat with snowflakes.

The living room was warm as spring, covered with a thick white wool carpet. She sat on a delicately patterned couch, leaning on a soft pillow, and looked up at him.

Fang Yuzhong sat down and took the tea handed by the servant. Since the last time she had a bad cold, he rarely came over, but the teacher he asked would report to him about her situation as usual. This time he came, it was very rare, he didn't even bring a secretary, and even when he opened his mouth, he didn't explain her affairs in a commanding and tough tone. Fang Yuzhong drank tea and asked very flatly, "Have you been feeling better lately?" ”

Lan Qingchuan nodded silently, not quite believing that he would come to her without a purpose.

"There's going to be a cold spell soon, butler, you take care of her." He commanded, and then said, "On New Year's Day, there will be a New Year's party on Chuangzhi's side, and according to the old New Year's custom, you'd better come with me." ”

Lan Qingchuan knew that there was indeed a text waiting for her, although Fang Yuzhong's attitude was not strong this time, and she didn't have much joy.

She hugged the cup, lowered her head slightly to sip the boiled milk in the cup, and responded to him with only three simple words, I know.

Fang Yuzhong only saw her snow-white and bloodless side face. He pressed his eyebrows imperceptibly, "I already knew about Fang Xue's farce last time." You don't have to pay attention to the matter of the mother and daughter, I will take care of it. ”

She looked at him, the expression on her face a little mocking and sharp, "They have nothing to do with me, who gives them the right to insult my mother without any words?" She saw his face suddenly change color, "Their mother and daughter really don't have much influence on the Lan family, Ah Gong can't look down on it, he won't be angry at all, and their existence only pulls you down." ”

Fang Yuzhong looked at her, almost the same pale black eyes, with each other printed on them, so close to each other, but their hearts were separated by ten thousand mountains.

He already knew that this daughter was intelligent and keen, and she gradually figured out his intentions, and became more and more disdainful and antagonistic to him. Between them, Zhijingrou's mother and daughter have never been a problem, it's just a question of who can compromise in the end.

Fang Yuzhong left without saying a word, he drove over by himself, on the road alone, too alone, Fang Yuzhong pinched his eyebrows, and his pale face became more and more gloomy.

He went back to the Fang Mansion. This used to be the square house where he and Lan Yuange lived for several years, and there was a cherry blossom forest that Lan Yuange loved. She saw him on her deathbed and told him to cut down the woods. He didn't touch a single one, but he didn't want to see one.

After Zhi Jingrou moved in with his daughter, he moved out of here and left the house to fend for itself. After all these years, he still remembers every corner of this place.

Once inside, the inside was completely changed. Zhi Jingrou answered his phone call, didn't dare to go out in the afternoon, and waited for him here. She looked up apprehensively at the man she once loved, and suddenly a twisted pleasure swelled up. Oh, how good it is, he didn't get anybody, none of them got him.

She even smiled, "How long has it been since I've seen you here, I've renovated this house, are you still satisfied with it?" Her things, her traces, you can't find them here. ”